Thigh Meat

One evening at dinner time, I happened to catch Z stealthing food into her seat. At this age, they get that look in their eye like they're actually fooling you, getting away with e.g. dropping food on the floor right in front of your face: they're so naive. I gave her seat a passing glance but didn't see anything – and then as I was cleaning her up to get down, I found it all tucked underneath her thigh. This certainly surpasses BB's slight of hand.